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Who: Flynn and anyone else
What: When you haven't really dreamed in centuries, it can be a bit overwhelming
When: After Fourth Wall
Where: Traverse Town, first district
Warnings: none
It's bright, so bright.
What is this?
There's colour and sound, and for a moment Flynn blinks, staggering just slightly, a hand reaching out for something that's not there. When he opens his eyes he has to reach up to wipe away tears with his sleeve, blinking blearily as he attempts to take in what's going on.
He's sleeping, but this isn't like any dream he's had in ages.
He moves, slowly, testing his gait, testing where he's found himself. Reaching out, fingers brushing against a wall. There's no prickle of static, of a circuit completed. No panel, no godly connection to the world around him. Solid wall. He runs his fingers up the wall, feeling the cracks and rough surface. It feels so real it's startling.
He turns to look around again, scanning things critically. His eyes aren't watering quite as much, though he has to squint a little due to how brightly lit everything is. It's that orange-yellow of incandescent bulbs, a light wavelength that he's so completely unused to anymore...
Is this a dream? Would it be affecting him this much?
But where else would he be?
He begins to walk again, carefully fielding stairs, using his hands to seek out rails and walls while his vision attempts to adjust to this place. It's nothing like the blue-and-black reality of the Grid, or even the small amount of creature comfort he made for himself. It's... alive in the physical sense, not in the digital sense...
"Didn't think I had any dreams like this left in me," he says to no one in particular, managing a quiet laugh. "Better enjoy it while it lasts!"
And he continues patiently up the stairs, waiting to see what else this dream can do.
What: When you haven't really dreamed in centuries, it can be a bit overwhelming
When: After Fourth Wall
Where: Traverse Town, first district
Warnings: none
It's bright, so bright.
What is this?
There's colour and sound, and for a moment Flynn blinks, staggering just slightly, a hand reaching out for something that's not there. When he opens his eyes he has to reach up to wipe away tears with his sleeve, blinking blearily as he attempts to take in what's going on.
He's sleeping, but this isn't like any dream he's had in ages.
He moves, slowly, testing his gait, testing where he's found himself. Reaching out, fingers brushing against a wall. There's no prickle of static, of a circuit completed. No panel, no godly connection to the world around him. Solid wall. He runs his fingers up the wall, feeling the cracks and rough surface. It feels so real it's startling.
He turns to look around again, scanning things critically. His eyes aren't watering quite as much, though he has to squint a little due to how brightly lit everything is. It's that orange-yellow of incandescent bulbs, a light wavelength that he's so completely unused to anymore...
Is this a dream? Would it be affecting him this much?
But where else would he be?
He begins to walk again, carefully fielding stairs, using his hands to seek out rails and walls while his vision attempts to adjust to this place. It's nothing like the blue-and-black reality of the Grid, or even the small amount of creature comfort he made for himself. It's... alive in the physical sense, not in the digital sense...
"Didn't think I had any dreams like this left in me," he says to no one in particular, managing a quiet laugh. "Better enjoy it while it lasts!"
And he continues patiently up the stairs, waiting to see what else this dream can do.
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Dreams, man. Must have had some bad energy, if that was even possible. There was only one thing to do, really...
"Hey, buddy. Can I help you?"
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Obviously, Hero couldn't speak. But he could look to the sky above, head back and neck straight... looking faintly like he was posing just as he was named. This, in turn, brought another creature out of the darkness above: a pony, with wings and a radiant mane.
Princess Celestia landed a respectable distance away, then bowed solemnly. "You are new here, I take it?" she said, serene and imperturbable.
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"Not to dreams, though this sort of dream is a bit new... are you my dream guide or something?"
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"Not in any mystical sense," she said, amused. "I'm a fellow dreamer, trapped in the dream worlds as well. Or for the moment, world, as we have been denied access to the ones we've opened."
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"So you're a dreaming flying unicorn and while there are 'worlds' to dreams we're stuck in this one? Dreams have changed a lot since my last one!"
He can't help but chuckle a little at the thought.
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The Pricklemane slows a little at the sight of another person, but it doesn't seem terribly inclined to stop, almost as if it's trying to get away from something. Or maybe someone.
wow thanks for no notif dw really
"Or am I the player?" Flynn wonders aloud.
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"I've told you," he begins, directing his comment at the Pricklemane, "you can't just go running off with things!"
Especially not his things, and it's only then that he seems to notice that there's someone else nearby.
"Ah, hello."
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"Oh, don't let me interrupt," Flynn said, gesturing at the now-caught creature. He knew a lecture when he saw one, after all. "Glad I could help a little bit, at least."
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"Besides," he continues on, picking up the thread of conversation he'd been having with Harry very much as if he hadn't stopped to say hello to a stranger, "if you had wanted something to play with you could have simply said so, instead of running off with something. Much less taking it right out of my hand!"
There's a silence then, before Harry carefully drops the screwdriver at the Doctor's feet.
"That's better."
He does have to bend to pick it up, but he doesn't seem to mind that part any, and it vanishes back into his pocket as he straightens back up.
"I'm sorry about that. He will be an incorrigible nuisance, if I don't tell him otherwise."
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That and the other person he'd seen had another one of the brightly-coloured creatures. Was there a theme?
"Does everyone in this dream have one of those?"
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Trust Barkley's new arrival radar. By the time Xion had arrived, he was already giving Flynn his usual greeting barks. Xion sighed. "Barkley, that's enough."
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"Don't worry about it," Flynn said with a warm smile. "I must smell all kinds of strange. Or maybe not, I don't know what would be a 'weird smell' in a dream..."
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For his part Barkley eagerly leaned forward to sniff the offered hand and offer a tentative lick.
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Demyx, meanwhile had decided it was totally unfair that Barkley was getting all the pats and was sitting close by looking very hard at the new Person. Just in case they, you know, happened to notice there was a cat here.
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"It's nice to meet you, Xion," he responded after a moment's consideration. It felt strange to say such a thing, really after so long... but he meant it. Even if it was a dream, there were still people. "What have you found interesting about this dream?"
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Not a tiny, little mouse. It was a big one. A three-foot one.
Mickey had no real direction to be running in, however. Now that he knew he was here again, he had to just see how much of it was the same. The sound of those sneakers bop rhythmically against the pavement, crossing Flynn's path like a black cat.
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Having Mickey Mouse running around in his dreams was where he drew the line. There was no mistaking the shape, the face... was it just from how bright it was? He rubbed his eyes as though that would help clear his vision.
"Am I tripping out..?" he murmured, eyes following the erstwile king. "I haven't dreamed about Disney since I was a kid!"
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"Huh?" Those round, disc-like ears pick up on the word "Disney" of all things, wiggling with curiosity as he stopped to see who else was in the area. After a pause, he hopped around, fully facing the man who was some ways away from him.
"Oh! Haha. Hiya!"
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This is boggling, and the movement is not something that someone wearing a heavy costume could do.
It is a dream... is it a "real" Mickey?
"Hello... Mickey?"
He really doesn't know how to address the personification of childhood.
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"Gosh, I must be famous!" he chuckled, walking with a telltale bounce Flynn would be slightly familiar with. "Didn't think I was, really! Haha."
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"Why wouldn't you be?" Flynn asked, not sure exactly how far to take this. Dream or not, having lived in another level of reality had made him aware of how delicate shared knowledge made things.
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